FATED BY FIRE
His wolf, Cyran, pressed close to the surface.
“Cara,” he said, his voice rougher, deeper. “One day, I swear to the Goddess, those sounds will be for me. And when they are, I won’t stop until your voice is raw from screaming my name.”
Heat flooded me, and I dropped my gaze, cheeks burning.
We ate the rest in heavy silence, desire thick in the air.
The drive back to my house was quiet, too. When he parked, he walked me to the door, but something made him freeze. His head whipped toward the tree line.
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